There is a world that is always cool and always green. In this world, there is a kind of phase race, whose appearance is condensed from the image of spring, and the individuals of the population are like emerald deer.

The Linglu tribe has existed in the ancient city of Emerald for thousands of years. Sometimes the world is full of spring, and they can run wildly on the boundless grassland; sometimes their spiritual power is withered, and these creatures have to curl up in the ancient city...

The Linglu Clan has always been living happily, and there is such a prophecy among the clan: this comfortable world is not eternal, and sooner or later, a golden road will extend from the endless void outside the ancient city, connecting in the empty city gate.

That not only symbolizes the destruction of the ancient cities, but also symbolizes the beginning of their new journey...

On this seemingly ordinary day, the spirit deer resting in the forest sensed something and raised their necks.

They raised their heads and looked in the direction of the city gate. Through the light distorted by the emerald shell, they saw a road of golden flames rushing towards them...

Taluo's heart panicked the moment the sharp sword touched the shell of the Kingdom of Spring.

Often, the gods have a premonition of their own destruction. What she didn't expect was that this premonition would strike at this moment.

So, in the next moment, as if to confirm her premonition, she watched the sword of the new **** break the jade shell, and cracks like spider webs stretched out on the jasper-like outer wall...

The next moment, as if the bell was ringing a sleeping person, the emerald shattered into countless green "hailstones", and the extremely realistic golden giant sword rushed in vigorously, hitting Taluo's chest.

The city is broken.

Follow the sword tip all the way up, and you can see the figure of the black-robed goddess standing between the sky and the earth. For the first time, the hood covering the face raised a corner due to the movement, revealing the lady's piercing eyes.

Follow the gaze and return, closely following the tip of the sword and nailing it to the distraught Chunshen.

The latter let out a scream that shook the ancient city. However, the sword transformed from the oath torch failed to penetrate her body.

The smiling man who was in the same pose as the goddess frowned. Sean stared away with his eyes, and saw the oath torch burning and conquering something in Haruka's body.

A crystal birdcage. Incomparably exquisite, it is by no means the handwriting of a craftsman in the world.

"That's...?" Before the doubt fell to the ground, Yiwen had already discerned: "Some form of soul lock. The core of God is imprisoned by that thing, but that thing in turn protects the core of God."

That seemed to be a symbol of Tarot's allegiance to someone. It was a solid cage, extremely difficult to break from the inside or the outside.

It is most likely a "gift" from Rockefeller. For the man behind the scenes, doubts gathered like dark clouds.

The Emerald Ancient City fell into chaos. The golden flames illuminated Talo's face. The pain seemed to be over. She stared ahead blankly, her cold eyes meeting Ms. Hershey's.

"It's up to you, want to replace me?!" The queen of the lower city roared fiercely, her divine core radiating radiance, she opened her hands regardless of the way back, and began to absorb all the vitality in the ancient city. The vegetation in the Linglu tribe and the ancient city began to wither.

The energy quickly gathered, and it seemed that Chunshen could continue this fierce battle.

If it goes on and reinforcements come, it will be over. Sean knew that at this moment he had to go all out.

He gritted his teeth, and clenched his sword hand even more tightly. Facing Tarot's surging energy, he took a step forward instead.

If the golden flame on the blade had any substance, it was like soldiers in golden armor pouring into the ancient city, rushing towards the king's heart.

Not enough, not enough power.

Inside the crystal cage, Tarot's power was erupting against the trend, and the emerald green flame condensed into crystals, blocking the invasion of the golden fire.

Not enough, not enough.

Sean gritted his teeth and persisted. He had no reinforcements and did not know how to break the deadlock.

Suddenly, he felt movement behind him.

Someone passed by the Laughing Man silently and walked forward. There are more and more figures like this. They walked on the golden road and threw themselves into the flames calmly.

The eyes of Xiao En and the others widened: it was the children who failed to usher in the spring. And after those innocent people died in vain, they learned Tarot's true face

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They went forward one after another, and rushed to the king in the lower city without complaint or regret.

"You guys...!" The flames became more intense because those people put themselves into fuel, Talo roared in horror, she couldn't believe that those trash-like people could ignite such power, "You guys, how dare you ...!"

The flames surged like a wave, and the wave after wave of melting gold melted the emerald green crystal and drowned the former king.

Sean felt that there was a figure at the end of the line, and he also passed by him. It was a woman. She usually wore a cloak made of black feathers and covered her face with a skull mask. Her main body was still comatose due to the seance, and her spirit was inspired to come here to help.

That is the agent of the undead, a woman named Cinderella.

She is the only one who, after being deprived of spring by Tarot, stepped out of the cold winter step by step with her tenacious efforts, and even cut off that terrible fate, and became a Queen-level explorer.

In fact, Tarot failed long before that. Her partial spring does not determine everyone's fate, Cinderella came out of the endless winter. And now, she is running on that golden road.

Sean and the others saw it. Saw Wordsworth, saw Cinderella, saw them rushing into the wave of fire.

Such a wave is unstoppable, even if it is a **** standing in front of it.

Cracks appeared on the seemingly fragile crystal birdcage, and it finally shattered in the financial waves. Tarot's last line of defense also collapsed. Under the guidance of Xiao En, the golden flame passed through her and burned towards the Behind her, burning towards the past that cannot be shaken off...

When the flames were gradually extinguished, the secret storehouse had been completely purified. The tide-washed streets are gone, the shoals where the plants are sprouting are gone, the ancient emerald city is gone, and the Laughing Man and the Hound Bill are in an empty brick factory building.

Except for Tarot's God Core, all the unclean things were burned, leaving only the emerald God Core suspended in the air.

At this time, Bill's life also came to an end. He saw those who walked into the flames, now marching towards a bright light. Among those backs, he saw a young man in a red shirt. He was so familiar with that figure, that figure looked relaxed and open at the moment, as if he had nothing to worry about anymore.

Wordsworth! Bill's remaining eyes welled up with tears. He was about to leave this world, and he wanted to rush forward and walk with him. How great it would be to be side by side at the last moment!

But…

He suddenly thought of his appearance at this moment, like a pool of melted colored flesh, and he couldn't see half of Long Island Bill's demeanor.

He didn't dare to go forward, he was afraid of scaring his good buddy at the last moment. He swallowed the words he was about to shout. Both time and heart have cooled down.

"Wordsworth!" Suddenly, the Laughing Man next to him shouted.

The surroundings seemed to become quiet ~lightnovelpub.net~ He saw him turn his head. Still handsome face, with a smile on his face.

Bill!

Bill's eyes widened in disbelief—he recognized me!

When I lowered my head, I realized that I had returned to my youthful appearance. Turning his head to look at the smiling man gratefully, Bill hurriedly chased after his friend.

Watts! Wait for me!

Bill! Why are you here? …

The two fought and walked forward, walking into a ray of light.

Then, the light faded away. It was quiet in the empty factory. Since then, there has been no singing in Long Island.

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